The Car

[Intro] Bb9  Am  B7  Dm  Bb
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Am
Your grandfather's guitar
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Thinking about how funny I must look
                 Am
Trying to adjust to what's been there all along
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With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos

D7             C#º          F#m
But it ain't a holiday until
                D                      Am
You go to fetch something from the car

Am
Travel size champagne cork pops
B7
And we're sweeping for bugs
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In some dusty apartment, the what's-it-called café
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You can arrive at 11 and have lunch with the English

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But it ain't a holiday until
                  D
They force you to make a wish
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They say: Climb up this
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And: Jump off that
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And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back

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D7             C#º          F#m
No, it ain't a holiday until
                   D                      Am
You go up to fetch something from the car